33$ just stay outer their way till they get tired and call off the dogs." " If they've got evidence, they won't get tired soon." " Neither will I," Doctor MacDonald said cheerfully, "long as folks'll put up with all the visiting round I been doing lately." "They won't get tired," Mr. Munn replied slowly, "un- less-----" "Unless what?" " Unless the Associationll play ball Make a deal." " Which it won't do," Doctor MacDonald said. "Unless," Mr. Munn remarked quietly, "they catch you. Then they'll try to force a deal by putting the pressure on you. On whoever else they can get. Me, for instance." "They won't catch me," Doctor MacDonald announced. " It ain't in them." He lay back at ease, propped on his elbow on the bed, and the smoke curled comfortably up from his pipe. His boots, damp and stained with half-dried mud, stood by the bed. He wriggled his toes in his heavy wool socks, and complacently studied their motion. "Another thing I can't figure," he said, " is Smullin calling me up and telling me about the warrant. Never saw the man half a dozen times in my life. Never said more'n howdy-do then." "I've seen him a lot, being round the courthouse the way I am," Mr. Munn said, "but I can't say I know him, exactly. Nobody does. He never says a thing. Just hangs round a bunch of men, on the edge; one of those fellows—you know the kind—they hang round on the edge and never say a thing." o "He's sure a God-forsaken, broken-down-looking old bastard." " He's that," Mr. Munn agreed. "Well, I can't figure out him calling up. You'd figure him sucking along with the gang at the courthouse. And all they want Is to keep on warming chairs with their fat asses/'